"Mr. Rand, I'm dreadfully sorry," he began, "but I'll have to return your
money and take back that revolver. It should not have been sold." He got
Rand's sixty dollars out of his pocket as though he expected it to catch
fire, and held it out.
Rand favored him with a display of pained surprise.
"Why, I can't do that," he replied. "I bought this revolver in good
faith, and you accepted payment and were satisfied with the transaction.
The sale's been made, now."
Rivers seemed distressed. It was probably the first time he had ever been
on the receiving end of that routine, and he didn't like it.
"Now you're being unreasonable, Mr. Rand," he protested. "Look here; I'll
give you seventy-five dollars' credit on anything else in the shop. You
certainly can't find fault with an offer like that."
"I don't want anything else in the shop; I want this revolver you sold
me." Rand gave him a look of supercilious insolence that was at least a
two hundred per cent improvement on Rivers at his most insolent. "You
know, I'll begin to acquire a poor idea of your business methods before
long," he added.
Rivers laughed ruefully. "Well, to tell the truth, I just remembered a
customer of mine who specializes in Confederate arms, who would pay me at
least eighty for that item," he admitted.
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